Diary #1
Diary #1
Dear Mom,
I know it might be weird for some people to talk to their mom about sex, but since I didn’t get to have you in my life for very long, it doesn’t feel weird to me. Maybe because I know you’ll never actually read this, and it’s more about me writing these letters for my subconscious, but who cares.
So here it goes.
Maddox and I spent last night together. The room was out of a honeymoon lover’s nightmare, but in a weird way, it was nice. The other guys tried to keep the knowing smirks off their faces, but I could tell they were happy for us. It still feels strange sometimes to know all the guys you’re sleeping with know and encourage it. But I guess that’s what makes it different. And I’m all for different.
Maybe it’s because it has been a few years between us, or that I’ve had more sexual experiences now, and I’m more comfortable in my body and sexuality, but this time with Maddox was incredible. On second thought, maybe it’s because we understand each other better now. I’m no longer the broken little girl he had to rescue but a badass queen.
Yeah. I like that.
We’re heading out soon, back on the road. Dad never talked about whether or not you liked to ride, but I like to think you did. The feel of the open space around you is like nothing else. The power and beauty of it astounds me every time. Until someone takes a long ride on a motorcycle, I’m not convinced they can truly grasp its majesticness.
The five of us riding feels symbolic. We’re riding to claim my legacy, to put an end to the running, and we’re doing it together. The five of us, we’re ride or die. I truly believe it.
Let’s just hope we get to ride for a long while before the dying part.
Love,
Darcie
P.S. Any tips on how to convince your grumpy boyfriend to a fivesome?